I am almost at my defeat,
A strong woman, hard to beat.
Living for my eternal grace.
Laughter from the other's face.
Never grasp at wooden straws.
Pick a name, before the draw.
Hidden deep within my fate.
The clock is ticking, am I to late?
I felt the pain, I felt the tears.
growing up within those years.
I lost you to my greatest fears.
growing up within those years.
©terrylin53
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